Last night we had the soothed
cool breezes swimming by, past hair and upon
skin, as the great masses of newly arrived avian talked and called and sang to
each other, down by the arroyo. As the coyote and deer and fox politely awaited
the descending darkness, when they ventured forth.
Down the steep sides of the river , for a cool clean drink and bathing.
Over and past fields and underbrush and forest, as they hunted or foraged and fed. They are readying themselves for the arrival and care of their small ones, for this is as it always is.
The Springtime advent of warm nights and thawed waters and easy wandering about.
As the sun shone upon all the layers of color hidden before this moment, now set ablaze by this small time seeping into night.
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